Wednesday, March 02, 2011

Winter Writings: Day 72

Lazy waters carry secrets
giggled between cannonballs and backstrokes
one foot still in childhood and stepping forward
into growing mysteries.
This moment will never come again.
The river flows on, cradling memories
lived at the water's edge,
under the dappled shade of trees
and the blue sky sun that fills my heart
with unbearable longing.
I close my eyes and smile
as the water swirl between my toes
and tells me the stories of summer's past
on the way to the great blue sea.

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